What the heck?

I walked around today wondering why on Earth I had a little section of mini-bangs.  Then, Jeff found it.... a little bit of my hair, all together in a lock, laying in the bed.

No one will own up to it.  Honestly, I have questioned each of them, and none seem like the culprit.  Maybe it was Jeff?  Maybe I somehow cut my own hair with my ring?

Sigh.

I'm so glad the situation could bring such joy to my husband, who sings Bombs Over Baghdad every time he sees it.

"Don't pull the bang out, unless you plan to bang."